WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

A burning ember within me...
the unheard sob of a mind
wounded by verbal arrows.
A furnace rising from a heart
pierced by the sharp arrows of deceit.
No rain can extinguish
the flames that rise from it.
No cool breeze can
caress and soothe
that vengeful fire...
This is only my waiting,
holding my breath,
with the single mantra of 'you',
and fanning the embers
of my aching heart,
I wait...
Finally, another rain will fall.
On that day, the peacock feather
hidden in the pages of my book
will see the sky.
A rain just for me,
to embrace the spring
that moved away from you,
and to be drenched.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI